"Not all places in the world have cheese, love, and I'm sure to find you one." Roger winked at her smile. It was hard to deny Morag. "We will do it," he whispered, his voice deep with the promise of some time together in a far off place. Roger needed the time away just as much as Morag. It had been too long since any of them had thought about a life beyond what was required of their professions. Much too long.
"I can? Are you sure? Maybe just to carry your bags?" He snorted and chortled and pinched at Morag's side in a decent tickle. Childish considering the locale and the situation just beyond the door but if he could give her one moment of thought on something other than the murder and her criminal, he would do it.
"You'll look lovely in a hat. Madagascar? Why in the world would you wish to go there? Let me guess? Lemurs? Fancy their tails, do you?" How in the world would he convince her should couldn't bring one home?